Bus Ahoy!

I have been car less since 1996. I sold my last car when I moved abroad and, when I returned, I moved to a city with laudable public transportation. Of course I endlessly complain about the service, fare hikes, surly drivers and fellow passengers who, I am convinced, are put on this earth with the sole purpose of challenging my resolution to be more kind.

So nothing new or interesting to report about the actual riding of the bus. But I did notice something about the waiting for the bus. I tend to stand facing the direction from which the bus is coming and, oddly enough, others at the stop do likewise.

Did you ever see flocks of birds at the beach all facing the same way? Now visualize those birds with MP3 players plugged into their ears toting leather backpacks. Voila! A typical downtown bus stop image. Of course our position has absolutely no bearing on the prompt or delayed arrival of said bus. Only Zeus, God, Buddha or Simon Cowell actually have any control over actual bus schedules.

I like to think that we're scouts on the look-out for the behemoth diesel wagon to take us on our way. Bus ahoy! And everyone hopes to be the first to call it.